Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 103: Hidden Camera

His hand landed on my leg, but I subtly adjusted my posture, causing his hand to slip away. But his eyes were now fixed on my chest.

He looked like a dog drooling over its meal.

"Is this your first time meeting a politician?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Of course, that was a lie. If I told him I was friends with Haze, he might just faint.

"That explains it," he nodded. "Life as a politician is like this, Luna. We have to keep some things hidden. The media tends to dig too much, even into personal matters."

'Corrupt officials with shady, illegal dealings,' I mentally corrected him without breaking my fake admiration.

"I see," I said, feigning awe as I let my eyes wander the room.

I was scanning for anything unusual. I was looking for hidden cameras or CCTV systems.

I spotted them-two cameras, one near the TV and another in the kitchen, both aimed at the living area. I wasn't sure if Kesha had managed to hack into these, given how tight the security here seemed. If she hadn't, I'd have to convince the senator to turn them off.

"Are there cameras here?" I asked, pretending to be clueless as I pointed them out. "They're on," I added, noticing the red indicator lights.

At that moment, a thought crossed my mind. This was his favorite bar, and Evangeline had said he often brought women here to satisfy his urges. Yet, the cameras were always on. Was he secretly recording his encounters?

"It's for my safety," he said impatiently, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer.

but I placed my hand over his mouth, stopping him. His frustration was evident as

in the mood to seduce him anymore..

to call himself a politician? No wonder the Colemans had him in their pocket-they were all

arms over my chest. "Turn those

bossed around. With the clock ticking, I figured I'd agitate more than just his libido-his blood pressure needed a boost too. "Who are

face was in my neck. I could smell his cologne and feel his arousal pressing against me. "That's just for my safety, bitch," he growled. "I didn't

all the men I'd dealt with-whether they were the ones I bought or seduced for some fleeting pleasure-none of them had ever called me a high-class escort. "I'm not a high-class escort. I'm not even an escort." I leaned in close, bringing my lips near his ear. "If

feel his nails pressing

spell. He'd tried to assert dominance by

you. A famous politician... but a puppet all

grip on my chin before pointing to

would you let someone else see me naked... screaming your

words clearly turned him on. He got up, grabbed his remote, and pressed a

hidden camera remained. Did he think I wouldn't

off," he said, returning to his earlier position. "Shall we? It's the perfect

I guided him to my neck. I let him have his way, biting back an eye-roll as

help but chuckle at his compliment. If the real Luna heard that,

her scowling and throwing a tantrum made me laugh

I groaned when his rough hand pinched my

wearing a bra beneath my dress, I felt every inch

was as if something was clawing its way out of